Freebird. It’s the audio equivalent of Hookworm.

He doesn’t open the Bible because he never learned how to open a book.

Stand at the top with carry-on luggage and wait.

Love this idea.

If the zombie’s body still has some link to the soul such that it could see and react to the ghost, they could make an extremely awkward yet dangerous team.

“Come over this way, buddy! Brains over here!”

“Brainsh?” Shuffle, shuffle.

“Yup, see?” The ghost points triumphantly at a hamster cage. “Lots of juicy little brains to eat!”

“Awww… Tired of mowsh brainsh! WANT HOOMAN BRAINSH!”

Zombie takes another vicious swipe at the ghost but finds only air.

“Why can no eat you brainsh again?”

“As I’ve explained all evening, I’m ethereal, not really here, sorry, friend. It’s mouse or nothing.”

The zombie’s shoulders slump in disappointment, but he turns to the hamster cage. The hamsters peer back, vaguely uneasy.

“C’mere cute liddle mowshes…”

Clang, squeak, munch, munch, munch.

Is that Santa Monica beach? North of the Pier?

Nice cat.

That’s an absolutely awful video. Loud, obnoxious, disingenuous and not even remotely as funny, informative, comprehensive, or clever as the idiot who made it thinks it is. It’s valueless content made to be ingested and served up by an algorithm.